I stood there unable to move as camera men threw questions my way and continued with the flashing of there cameras. I was in shock and I knew it. But I couldn't move.

A hand pressed my back and I immediately knew who's touch it was. I would smack it away but I am so terrified that I let him do his thing.

He presses me into his side shielding me from the paps. I use my clutch to completely shield my face. He rushes us to his black Ferrari. I know, very subtle.

He opens the door for me and waits until I am inside he shuts the door and makes his way to the other side and gets in.

The paps follow us surrounding the car at all angles. Grayson honks the horn obnoxiously but they don't move. So he revs the engine and slowly moves forward. Finally they began to back away, as soon as he had a clear path he gunns it.

I half expected him to say something but he didn't thank god. He just kept focusing on the road. I look out the window and notice that we aren't heading in the direction of the apartment. Instead we are going in the opposite direction.

"Where are we going?" My voice came out as a whisper, I hate that I sound so weak right now. That's not who I am, I am no longer that weak little girl.

"You'll see, we can't go back to the apartment. Stanley texted me, the place is surrounded by paps."

"Oh." I could feel my breathing increasing. I am getting to the point of hyperventilating.

"Hey, hey. It's going to be fine." He grabbed my hand.

"Just take a deep breath in." I followed his instructions as he caressed my hand.

"And out." I released the air.

I did that while he held my hand until we parked outside a diner. He breathes along with me. The parking lot is practically deserted, except for a two cars.

He let go of my hand and looked at me "are you ok?" There was genuine concern etched in his voice. I gave him a small shakey smile "I'll be fine.. where are we?"

"We're in Brooklyn, this diner is where I use to come to when I needed some space. I thought we could get something to eat? Sober you up a little bit?"

I smiled "that sounds nice."

We got out of the car and walked in together hand in hand plus a little extra support to prevent me from falling over and breaking a neck. The place was almost deserted excepts for a few workers and a rowdy group of teenage boys. They looked our way when we entered, a few eyeing me which made me uncomfortable but Grayson was quick to throw a glare and they immediately looked away, delving back into whatever they were talking about.

We sat in a booth off to the corner, away from the group. Grayson must've sensed how uncomfortable I was.

We both looked over our menus and I order a cheeseburger and water. Grayson went with the same but he ordered us a pot of coffee.

We sat in silence for a little bit. Reminiscing over tonight's events. "I'm sorry." I spoke quietly. He looked at me "so am I. I shouldn't have cheated. Do you think we can put this behind us?"

I smile at him "yeah... but can I ask for one thing?"

"Anything."

"Please let me come back to work. I've been going absolutely crazy being at home all the time."

As soon as the words flew out of my mouth he frowned. I'm not religious but at that moment I was praying to god that he would let me.

Eventually he sighed "well I guess so."

I squealed. I know, not attractive but I couldn't keep it in, I've missed working so much!

I shuffled around the booth to him and kissed him. I pulled back "thank you, thank you, thank you!"

He chuckled "where do you want to work within the company?"

This time I frowned "as your assistant of course. We've been over this, I'm not taking any job I haven't earned through my own merit."

"Are you sure that's wise?"

"Look, I know you way better than anyone else. Now that we're engaged everyone on the board can see us as a couple and still being able to work together professionally. After tonight we're going to need to prove ourselves all over again."

"You're right. Ok, assistant, you're back to work on Monday." I kissed him out of pure joy not caring what these small actions could lead to emotionally. He began to deepen the kiss but as soon as his tongue made its way into my mouth I could smell the cheeseburgers. I shoved him off and dug into my food. I could hear him laughing to himself but I didn't care. Glad I'm entertaining.

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We ended up leaving at around 2am. I was so exhausted that I passed out in the car.

I only woke up when I felt him carrying me bridal style. "Go back to sleep, we're almost in your room."

He placed me down on the bed "can you get changed?" I shook my head. I mean, I could but I didn't want to.

He sighed and walked into my closet and exiting holding one of my oversized T-shirts. He began by moving me and unzipping my dress. As he pulled it down I could hear his intake of breath. I mentally smiled to myself.

He put the shirt over my head and pulled my arms through the holes then disappeared into my bathroom.

A few moments later he came back holding a few makeup wipes. He removed all my makeup and placed the wipes in the trash and began tucking me into bed.

He kissed my forehead and turned to leave. I grabbed his arm "stay? Please?" He bent down and whispered "you've been drinking, I don't want to take advantage of you."

"Fine. Then just sleep in the bed with me? I'm still a bit shaken up." He smiled

"Of course."

He proceeds to remove his shirt and pants until he is left in his briefs. He moved around the other side of the bed and pulled back the duvet.

Grayson got in and pulled me to his chest. "Go to sleep now sweetheart." His breath was hot in my ear. "Night." I said back.

I allowed the smell of his cologne and his warm touch to bring me to sleep.

I woke up to the sounds of her whimpering. She was mumbling in her sleep. She must be dreaming.

She went from just mumbling to thrashing around in the bed. I watched tears streak down her face and it hurt to watch her in so much pain.

I began shaking her, trying to wake her up "Olivia wake up, please you're having a bad dream."

After a few moments she jolted awake.

"Olivia." I spoke. Her eyes flicked to me. Even in the dark I could see the terror there. "N-no stay away! Stay away!" I tried to reach for her, to let her know that it was me.

It was a mistake as she punched me in the jaw and fell off the bed, crawling to the corner by the window in her room.

I rubbed at my jaw, giving her some space to calm down. She kept mumbling to herself. Then she began crying.

Slowly I moved off the bed, making sure to give her a lot of space and I turned on the lights.

Seeing her frail body in that corner, with a red puffy face and absolute terror in her eyes, it broke me. What happened to the smart, witty and strong girl I was so used too? What happened to make her feel like this?

"Olivia?" I try again.

She looks at me and I see her eyes soften a little "G-Grayson?"

I give her a reassuring smile "yeah, it's me. You were having a bad dream."

"I-I'm sorry." I sat down beside her, pulling her into my arms "don't be, it's ok."

She grabbed my jaw and I flinched at the pain. The girl can seriously punch.

"Oh my god. I hurt you!" I could see more tears welling in her eyes.

"It was my fault. I was crowding you when you needed space. I'm fine, I promise."

She didn't seem to believe me. As she stood up and led me down and out to the kitchen. I sat on the barstool while she went into the freezer and grabbed some frozen peas along with a tea towel.

She placed the peas against my face where she'd hit me to help with the swelling and used the tea towel to hold it in place. "I'm sorry, I haven't had a nightmare like that in a while. I guess last night triggered it."

"Can you tell me-" i didn't even finish my sentence and she'd run off with her hand covering her mouth.

Quickly I followed after her, she had her head over the toilet bowl, emptying her stomach. Immediately I held her hair. "You shouldn't have to deal with this, I'll be fine."

I scoffed "No, I'm staying."

She looked back at me and smiled, but that smile immediately disappeared as she turned back to let out another round of vomit.

I rubbed her back in soothing patterns until she was finished. Then I flushed the toilet and ran a flannel under some water and placed it on her forehead.

"Think you can move?" She nodded.

I helped her up off the floor and we went back out to the kitchen. I placed her on the stool which I previously sat and turned the kettle on to make her some tea.

Handing her the mint tea she took a sip. "Tea?"

"My mother used to always give us mint tea when we had an upset stomach."

She gave me a small smile and continued sipping away.

We stayed in silence for a while longer. The clock read that it was 4:30 in the morning.

"I guess you want to know why I had that nightmare."

"You don't have to tell me if you're uncomfortable."

"No, it's ok. It's probably best you know. Anyway, you know how I was in the foster system?" I nod my head waiting for her to continue

"Well, some of the people who took us in only did it for the weekly check. We hardly got fed, slept on the floor and in some of those places were lonely men."

I held my breath, bracing for what she was going to say next.

"When those particular men would get lonely they'd prey on innocent girls like me. In multiple households I would be raped."

Her eyes were glossing over and immediately I had so much admiration for this woman sitting in front of me.

"But in one particular household, there was this man. Jason. I was 15 at the time, it was just me and another little girl Abby, she was 12 at the time. Jason was a very angry man, especially when he drank. He would get wasted almost every night, he would take his anger out on me, beating me and r-raping me. I let him because I couldn't let him do the same to Abby, she was only 12."

I embraced her tight "and you were only 15, no one, no matter what age should've had to go through that." She sobbed into my chest "I-I had to protect her." I held her tight.

"You're safe now. Ok, I will never let anyone hurt you, ever again." She continued to sob and I let her. I held her close, making sure she knew that she was protected and no one could get her.

After a few moments she continued her story, speaking into my chest.

"One morning after a brutal beating he dropped us off at school. He always made sure I covered up any marks he'd left. I walked into school and took Abby to her class then I went to the principal. I showed her everything and she immediately called the police. Jason got arrested, Abby and I were separated but my social worker told me that she was in a safe home with many other children while I went to an old woman who was nice enough, I stayed there of course until I aged out then I left. I began a new life, I paid for school by working three other jobs, moving from place to place until I worked for you."

I kissed her temple "thank you for telling me. If I'd known I never would've acted like such an asshole. She looked up at me and glared "no! The reason I stayed was because you didn't treat me like I was made of glass, you expected the best from me and I enjoyed our banter. It kept me going." I smiled at her. "I'm glad. You deserve the world you know that?"

She smiled "yeah I really do." I chuckled. "Ready for bed?"

"Mmhmm. Can we sleep in your room? After that nightmare I don't want to go back in."

I grabbed her hand and helped her off the barstool. "Of course."

We ascended the staircase, walked down the hall and I led her into my room. I flicked on the light switch and she gasped. I forgot, she's never been in here.

"Wow, it's gorgeous!" I looked around my room. It was nice, I have my own private balcony, seating area with a tv, massive bathroom and walk in closet. The colour scheme was different tones of greys, of course black and white. "Could use some colour though." She murmurs to herself. I can't help but laugh at her comment.

"Ready for bed?" I ask, pulling her over to my king sized bed.

She jumped on top of it and pulled the silk covers up to her chin "yeah." I chuckled again and got in beside her. I flicked off the switch but this time I didn't pull her into me. Just in case she needed some space.

Turns out I was wrong when she turned the light back on partially blinding me.

She sat up with her arms crossed, glaring at me. "What?"

"Why aren't you cuddling me?"

"I didn't want to crowd you."

She shuffled back down into the bed and yanked my arms around herself. She got comfortable, pulling me against her "I always want to be cuddled. She huffed and turned off the lights.

How on earth did I manage to get such an amazing woman as my fiancé. I mean fake fiancé.

Just the thought of being in the same position with Genevieve was enough to my my balls shrivel up. She seems like the type that when sucking dick, she'd bite it off....

Then again, if I pissed off Olivia she'd do the same thing. But when it's her, yeah I'd forgive her. I think I have a problem.

I cannot fall for this woman. I don't do love. I don't do relationships.

She doesn't know this but the reason I slept with that girl. I can't even remember her name. I did it because I knew I was catching feelings for her. I know I am. But I can't, she's not mine and I'm not hers. We'd never work.... But what if we did? No, no.

I sigh listening to the breaths of Olivia, I'm glad she's finally peacefully asleep. I hold her tight and listen to her breathing to lull me to sleep. God this woman is going to be the death of me.